Just as I was about to head out the door today, while I was waiting for my ForeRunner to find satellites, one of my neighbors came in. It was about 11:45 p.m., give or take a few minutes. He looked at me like I was insane. "You're going running? NOW?" I confirmed that I was, and he shook his head as I headed out the door.
About ten paces into the warm-up walk I felt rain. This seemed like a good time to figure out whether I really was or wasn't made of sugar, so I kept going. Apparently I'm not. It seems "you are what you eat" is total bullshit.
I remembered to wear my ForeRunner tonight, which meant that I got stats. I'm still a sloooow runner, but I run about .5-1mph faster outdoors than I do on a treadmill. That's consistent with the way I feel.
As I was coming in, one of neighbors was also on her way home. "Were you out running? At this hour?!" Sigh.
Because I haven't run in forever, I'm creating my own extra-slow C25K for this time around. It comes down to "figure out what you can do without dying, then add to it whenever it doesn't seem too hard."